Iranor closed her eyes as she reached her hand towards him. Her fingers touched his hair, and she heard the clattering sound of his knife falling to the ground as he fell into an enchanted sleep. She knelt beside him and kissed his brow, then brought a blanket to wrap him in. Taking him in her arms like a sleeping child, she bore him swiftly on the wind to the Isle of Esmil. Weeping, she laid him gently at the door of his mother’s cottage and wove a spell of forgetfulness about him. When Derren awoke the next day in his own bed he remembered nothing of the Lady and their love, but the Lady Iranor, first among the Immortals, never forgot Derren. And by her loss she learned at last the pain of mortal sorrow.